Brunch at Orson: a Monte Cristo to end all Monte Cristos and a Pastrami Sandwich to sate any New Yorker

I love coffee. No, seriously. I really love it. There are few things as deeply satisfying as a rich, frothy, quality cup of coffee. I discovered my local Philz Coffee today in SoMa. When I took my first sip of the heavenly elixir I’ve come to think of as my liquid crack, it stopped me dead in my tracks.